Incarceration
and then the accused fell foul
of yet another condemnation
without trial
the sentence spoken in anger
shards of bloody mosaic
stick to his bare feet
from where she threw
the glass on the tiled floor
punctuating
compartmentalizing
puncturing an unspoken truth
superficial wounds already closing
he wraps a bandage around his heart
squeezes tightly to feel alive
accepts the verdict
though no crime was committed
a scar remains from
what should have been
a beautiful night
and the rope tears into his hands
07th June 2023
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